Ammī, you toooo? 1Posted: November 17, 2015
Ammī, you toooo?
I heard Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb before I saw them as I arrived home.
As had become the norm, they were fighting.
I paused for a moment as I listened to them from outside the front door then jangled my keys and loudly played with the lock to signal my arrival.
I sighed as the fighting stopped once I entered.
Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as I walked in,
“Hey Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb, what’s up?”
Muħammad Ħabīb was not in a chatting mood.
He simply picked up a bag that lay at his feet,
“Nothing buddy, I just stopped by to pick up a few things I need for a business trip,” Muħammad Ħabīb said as he walked over to me.
“I’ll email you,” Muħammad Ħabīb said simply before turning to me, “Take care of your Bahū Bégum. Will you, Dad, please?”
I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my stepson.
Muħammad Ħabīb was out the door with the door closed before I even had a chance to say the words.
Instead, I walked over to Al Åārifah Al Aslam and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek,
“You ok, Åārifah?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and put on a brave face for me,
“Of course, I am, Durgesh, and how was your day?”
I ignored Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s question as we walked inside,
“You don’t seem ok, Åārifah, come on, what’s up? What did your idiot husband, Muħammad Ħabīb, say?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed as the weight of a bad day came crashing down, tears formed in her eyes as she stepped closer to her one and only protector and hugged me tight,
“Your ever incompetent stepson is officially filing for divorce,” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.
I hugged Al Åārifah Al Aslam tightly and held her as the words sunk in.
I wasn’t surprised Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were getting divorced.
They had been separated for months and their marriage had been slowly deteriorating for years before that.
I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s back softly and wiped away her tears as she looked at me,
“I’m sorry, Åārifah Aslam. I know you really tried to make it work.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me, she was so lucky to have me in her life.
While her relationship with her soon to be ex-husband was in poor shape, her relationship with me couldn’t have been better.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the hug and wiped her tears away,
“You know where he’s going, don’t you? He’s going away with HER – business trip his ass.”
“Do you think she would remain with him?”
“None can. Everyone needs physical satisfaction completely.”
“And Muħammad Ħabīb can’t provide it?”
“He can, but he is obsessed in doing other things, instead of normal matrimonial requirements.”
I led Al Åārifah Al Aslam into the living room so we could sit down. Before being separated, Muħammad Ħabīb had admitted to his wife and me he was having an affair with a colleague at work and that they were in love.
“We can have each other Åārifah Aslam, you’re too good for me anyway,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam snorted with laughter,
“Yeah right, look at me, I’m a mess.”
I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“You’re beautiful on the inside and out and the best Bahū Bégum a man can have,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook her head,
“My best friend, philosopher and guide,” she said as she kissed me then wiped a smudge of her lipstick from my face, “where would I be without you? I can’t understand why the Musalmīn hate you, if they aren’t really Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“Now that’s a sentiment I can agree with,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled. “I’m going to finish making dinner; you go change and get ready.”
I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam on the cheek again and went upstairs to my room.
I was halfway up the stairs when Al Åārifah Al Aslam called out to me, “Oh and Durgesh … ”
“Yes, Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I turned around.
“My laptop is acting up, the sound won’t work, would you take a look at it?” she asked.
“Anything for you, Åārifah,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I had always been close.
When they were just married even, Muħammad Ħabīb often worked late hours.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam used to come to me for company.
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I spent a lot of time together.
I didn’t mind being called a “Ladies’ Man” and happily spent time with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam married young when she was only 19.
She and Muħammad Ħabīb met in school and were high school sweethearts.
Muħammad Ħabīb was two years older and truly loved her when they were younger.
However, the pressure of providing for a family at such a young age wore on Muħammad Ħabīb before long.
Due to his hidden hate that his Ammī deserted his real father to live in relationship with me, Muħammad Ħabīb never accepted any money, any financial help from me.”
“I can’t be a pimp of my own Ammī for that Hindu scoundrel.” Muħammad Ħabīb used to say to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was dumb founded.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Durgesh never went to seduce your Ammī. She tells me your Abbū couldn’t satisfy her sexually.”
“Bosh and nonsense,” Muħammad Ħabīb retorted, “Ammī is saving her own face and protecting her new Hindu love. If my Abbū were impotent, from where my sisters and I came?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was hurt,
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Ammī didn’t say impotent, she said ‘incompetent’.”
“I don’t believe her.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at him incredulously,
“She is your Ammī, Muħammad Ħabīb.”
“That’s the reason I can’t hate her.”
When a job offer came, they moved cities.
Muħammad Ħabīb adjusted to the move well but Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was used to the whispers about her suspected clandestine affair with me.
Muħammad Ħabīb laughed,
“They can’t believe a Musalmān houselady is so beautiful and nevertheless she doesn’t fuck my infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu stepfather. He has infinite money and sexual prowess too. It’s natural that beautiful Musalmān houseladies fall for him, because Durgesh prefers beautiful Musalmān houseladies on the rest of women.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was out of speech,
“But, Muħammad Ħabīb,”
“Forget them. They want me to repeat the blunder they committed.”
“They didn’t have faith in their own wives. They suspected them, misbehaved and threw them in this way in Durgesh’s lap themselves.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam exclaimed immensely surprised.
“That was the blunder they committed. I’m not a damn fool enough not to have faith in my own wife.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam put her arms around his neck and kissed him gratefully indebted.
She could not believe he would leave him ultimately soon.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had hoped the rumors about her clandestine affair with me would die off with age.
She was short, standing only 5’3 with dyed blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, toned legs and large firm round breasts that were 100% real.
She had been a cheerleader in her high school days and had grown accustomed to attracting stares from the opposite sex; she liked the power it gave her.
The problems with Muħammad Ħabīb started after the move and never really stopped.
It was Durgesh that pulled her out of her funk.
Even in my sixty-six, I was still an athletic kid, kid, never an old man,
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam threw herself into doting on me.
I called her beautiful even when she didn’t feel like she was and convinced her to take up jogging with me.
Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam caught the exercise bug and her figure and confidence excelled.
It became yet another activity for the two of us to bond over.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam went to all my games and enjoyed the attention she got from my teammates, but it was the attention she got from me she enjoyed most of all.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had caught me staring at her from time to time while we jogged and around the house but didn’t mind my stolen glances.
She knew I adored her and often got in fights defending her honor.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t like me fighting but she did like that she did have one man in her life that defended her.
Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who did some ogling.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam noticed me as a miraculously perfect ever-young man, even in my sixty-six.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was crestfallen when even her Ammī fell for me.
“Ammī, you toooo?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t believe her own eyes.*
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled.
She was an ultramodern woman.
No, Islam didn’t snatch away their liberty at all.
It was Pseudo Islam that did it.
Islam, instead, protected the then Årab womankind from their alive cremation, their mass kidnapping and their mass sale for slavery and prostitution.
“What a woman needs.”
“I see.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said ironically, “A woman needs to cheat her husband, in her fifty six even, seduce a Hindu wild sex maniac, undress him herself, push him on his back, undress herself, straddle him, hold his Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, position it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips, and thrust herself entirely shamelessly to get it inside.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled ironically herself.
“I never knew you were so sex starved that you watched your own Ammī’s sex life so profoundly. Didn’t I teach you it to be bad manners?”
“A person learns more from seeing than being taught.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said sternly.
“Your sex life is not even satisfactory, my dear.” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm invited her daughter gravely, “Come on, replace me. Enjoy the infinite Muslimātramañ to your heart’s content, as much as you need, and even more. Durgesh is a sex wizard.”
“Thank you very much.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “I’m quite satisfied with my Musalmān husband. Your Hindu lover himself admits that the Hindus are better in sex but the Musalmīn are better in morals.”*
With Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb splitting up, I didn’t like the idea of Al Åārifah Al Aslam living home alone.
Despite the stolen glances, none of our duo ever did anything sexual.
Our relationship wasn’t like that, but we did have an extremely tight bond.
A bond that was about to grow even stronger.
I showered and changed, then walked into Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s room to check on her laptop.
It booted up without any issues and the sound problem was easy enough to solve.
I decided to check my online web portal to see if my finals were posted and was about to shut the computer down when a link saved in the favorites caught my eye.
I knew I should leave it alone but proceeded anyway.
I clicked on the link and a hook-up site popped up.
It was a sex meet up site, a combo of eHarmony and Ashley Madison.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile was saved and I decided to check it out.
I found myself neutral, as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
Logically I wanted Al Åārifah Al Aslam to meet someone and move on from Muħammad Ħabīb.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam advertised herself as a soon-to-be divorced Bahū Bégum of one who was looking for a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.
Durgesh was quite serious as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile describing her sexual likes and dislikes.
My cock started to throb as she described in depth how she wanted to ride a ‘hot man’s bronco’ and shove it in her ex-husband’s face.
My cock got even harder as I spotted some pictures she posted.
They weren’t nude, but, nevertheless, were pretty close.
“I can’t believe it,” I said to myself.
Just then, Al Åārifah Al Aslam called from downstairs,
“Dinner is ready, Master!”
I closed the website and the laptop,
“Be there in a Moment, Åārifah Aslam!” I called as I adjusted my pants and went downstairs.
I visited Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s online profile a lot over the next two weeks.
She had recently joined so I didn’t think she had met anyone yet, nevertheless, I just couldn’t let it go.
I wasn’t mad with Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I could never be mad at her for wanting to meet new people, regardless of the reason.
I just couldn’t shake the caution I felt towards unknown men trying to score with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was an attractive woman.
She was toned but not skinny, curvy but not overly so, with soft smooth skin and large plump breasts.
I loved the smell of her shampoo, the way she dressed, moved and laughed.
So why wouldn’t other men?
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t dress to tease me around the house, but she didn’t dress overly conservative either.
She wasn’t nearly as tall as I was, and from time to time wore my old jerseys or shirts around the house with little else on.
She had done that the other night when we watched a movie together.
I found myself stealing glances at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she cuddled beside me.
I watched her as much as I did the movie.
One late night while I was surfing the internet I invariably made my way back to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
As I logged on, I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was logged in as well.
I stared at her profile picture and the green dot indicating she was online.
I decided to take a chance.
I sent Al Åārifah Al Aslam, an invite for a live chat.
30 seconds later, she agreed.
“Hello” I typed.
“Hi,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “Thanks for the invite.”
“Couldn’t resist,” I started. “Can’t sleep?”
“Horny and alone,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
“I find that hard to believe,” I typed.
“Lol why?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied.
“You’re sweet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied, “but the only man who notices me these days is my step father in law.”
I was more careful in my tracks.
Was she upset?
“I find THAT hard to believe,” I wrote.
“It’s true,” she said, “he’s the only one and to be honest, I don’t mind.”
“Naughty girl,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she chatted online.
She had been considering cancelling her membership and hadn’t expected to share any secret desires but here she was – and she was horny.
“Ever done anything?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed herself even harder as she typed,
“No, I’m too much of a chicken.”
“What about others?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam chuckled as she typed, “They may be cute but I’d never do that to him.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
My head would have exploded if one of them were fooling around with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“You think he’d want to do something?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded. “I’m not some freak, just a lonely woman.”
“I read somewhere a lot of Bahū Bégums think of their father in law sexually at some point,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to finger herself as she typed,
“Have you thought about your Bahū Bégum, if you are old enough to have one?”
I paused and then responded,
“I’ve started to, hard to not notice her.”
“You naughty boy,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “Do you want to fuck her?”
I couldn’t decide what to say.
I hadn’t really thought about it but I had been visiting her profile and thinking about her nonstop recently.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I wrote, “I was just thinking about her.”
“Mmmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “that a yes?”
I paused again before responding, “Well, my cock is rock hard,” I replied honestly without actually responding.
“My pussy is wet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied. “How big are you?”
“Big enough, maybe I’ll show you sometime” I typed.
“How old are you?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“I’m 66,” I typed.
“Mmmmm you could be my step father in law,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, not knowing how right she was.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam fingered her pussy faster,
“I bet you would…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself as we chatted.
“It’s late, I should go to bed, talk again?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Goodnight, my dear,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote before logging off.
“Night, Åārifah Aslam,” I said softly as I stood up and moved over to my bed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself that night, thinking of me before she drifted off to sleep.
Neither Al Åārifah Al Aslam nor I had intended for that chat to happen.
In fact, neither had admitted to themselves we had those desires but it was clear now we both did.
Over the course of the next week we chatted almost every night about our shared fantasy, not really sure where it was leading.
I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was suddenly in a better mood while Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t help but notice me checking her out even more than usual.
I had learned through our online chats Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t met anyone through the site and wasn’t too pleased with it overall until she started talking to me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam meanwhile found herself looking forward to her late night rendezvous with her anonymous experienced old stud.
She had started to fantasize about her and myself together, but left it at that, just a fantasy.
One night after watching a movie together, we met online after saying our goodnights in the hall.
“Allah, I’m so horny,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote when I popped online.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“We just watched a movie together and I did what I told you I was going to do. I wore a skimpy little nightie and he was so hard. I saw him. I felt him,” she said.
“That IS hot,” I wrote back.
“I was so tempted to do something but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself or to him. He’s the only good relationship I have in my life,” she said.
“Sounds to me like he doesn’t mind,” I wrote.
“I don’t know…” she replied.
“I bet you he’s thinking about you right now,” I typed.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know so…” I said.
“I wish you were him,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
My cock throbbed at that last comment,
“Go check if he’s still awake, I’ll be here…” I said.
Without thinking, I got up and slipped out my room, going downstairs to the kitchen.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam heard me in the kitchen and walked down to join me in her skimpy nightie.
“Durgesh?” she asked as she entered the kitchen, “is that you?”
“It’s me Åārifah Aslam; I’m just making some hot milk, want some?”
I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she softly stepped into the kitchen, her nightie was light purple, very short and see-thru everywhere but at her chest.
My eyes traveled up and down her body, her nightie barely covered her panties and perfectly showcased her body.
“I couldn’t sleep, you?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I reached up to get a second mug.
I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was molded to my toned physique. Whereas her husband had let himself go in recent years, I was a verified hunk.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stepped closer to me as the milk started to heat up, “Aren’t we a pair?” she chuckled, “heating up warm milk on a Saturday night.”
I smiled as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam close to me, my hands sliding down her back as her arms went around my neck.
“I don’t mind Åārifah Aslam, I’ve always preferred being with you. I like our special bond,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled back at me,
“Me too. I’m lucky to have a father in law who talks to Al Åārifah Al Aslam more than once a month.”
“You mean that’s an option?” I teased.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam gasped in mock horror,
“Just for that I’m going to embarrass you the next time your friends are over. I’m going to treat you like a best friend and just shower you with kisses…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned up as she started to give me sloppy wet kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“I’ll kiss you like this and this and this and this and this and this…” she teased.
I laughed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me sloppy wet kisses, her body pressed against me as she did, and as she pressed against me, it was impossible for her not to feel my extraordinary Hindu hard-on.
“Ok ok ok!” I laughed, “I give in!”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she stopped kissing me but stayed pressed against me.
Our eyes locked for a Moment as I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam in my arms. I pulled her slightly against me and she didn’t fight it.
Finally, after an extended silence I said,
“I love you, Åārifah Aslam.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her bottom lip and smiled,
“I love you too, my Master. You’re the love of your Bahū Bégum’s life and you always will be.”
“I’d do anything for you Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“I know you would Durgesh,” she started as the milk started to boil over, “but right now I think you should pour us some milk,” she giggled as the warm milk spilled on the floor.
I swore softly as I pulled the pot off the burner and wiped up the spilled milk,
‘If that isn’t a metaphor I don’t know what is,’ I thought to myself.
I poured a glass for myself, and Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Here you go,” I said.
“Thanks Durgesh,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, “goodnight, don’t stay up too late,” she said as she walked back upstairs.
I watched her leave and adjusted my hard cock once she was out of sight. I quickly cleaned up and returned to my room.
Messages from Al Åārifah Al Aslam were waiting for me as I sat down.
“I’m here,” I typed.
“Thought I lost you,” she wrote.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam shared the story that I just participated in,
“Sounds hot,” I said.
“You have no idea,” she said, “my pussy is on fire.”
I was thinking about Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy when she asked me her most daring question yet,
“Would you send me a pic of your dick? I’m sopping wet.”
My cock lurched with lust at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s request,
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said.
“Deal,” she said. “You first.”
I gulped as Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded quickly; I hadn’t expected her to take me up on my offer.
I turned on my webcam and focused on my hard cock, making sure, only my cock was on screen and nothing that would give away where I was. I took a pic and sent it through the chat.
“Enjoy,” I wrote.
“Mmmmmm that’s bigger than my ex,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said, unknowingly telling me, I had a bigger cock than Muħammad Ħabīb.
“Seriously, that’s a great cock” she continued. “Your Bahū Bégum doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Two minutes later she sent me a pic in return, it was a pic of Al Åārifah Al Aslam from her breasts down to her wetness, her fingers inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your father in law is the one who doesn’t know what he’s missing,” I typed.
“Think of me when you fuck anyone tonight,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “I’ll be thinking of your cock and pretending you’re my step father in law.”
For the next week, we traded more pics as we chatted with the temperature slowly rising to a crescendo the next weekend.
I arrived Saturday afternoon hot and tired and in need of a swim.
I saw Al Åārifah Al Aslam outside so I quickly changed into my trunks and went outside.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up as I walked outside,
“How was work?”
“Same old same old, glad to be done and in the pool,” I said as I dived into the pool and did a few laps.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I did my laps and hid behind her sunglasses as I pulled myself out of the water.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” I said as I sat down beside her, “have you been in today or is this another one of your ‘dry’ bathing suits?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and spun around for me, happy to show off her body,
“Does this look like a swim suit you get wet?” she asked.
I smirked as I stood up,
“It does to me!” I said as I picked Al Åārifah Al Aslam up and put her over my shoulder.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked loudly as I picked her up, “Durgesh! Put me down this instant!”
I chuckled as I carried Al Åārifah Al Aslam to the edge of the pool; she kicked her legs playfully as she squirmed on my shoulder, “what’s that? Can’t hear you. I’ve got this woman screaming on my shoulder.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam squirmed, kicked, and lightly smacked me as I held her,
“Don’t you dare throw me in the water!”
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